"Roomies" is Awkward

At my college there's this event called "Roomies." Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, it was meant to be more of a friend's-hangout event.

Here's how it works: 
Person A wants to go on an outing with Person B, so he/she asks his/her roommate, Person C, to ask Person B for him/her. It's supposed to be really showy and public; whoever does the best presentation gets some sort of prize.

Guys ask girls in the fall, and girls ask guys in the spring.

It's really sweet when you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, but it gets awkward when you're "just friends" with someone. Especially when the girls' turn happens to land on the week that Valentine's Day occurs.

This year, I summoned all my courage and asked someone. To protect the innocent (namely the guy), we'll call him "K."

I decided to skip the whole middle person deal and just ask him myself.

Of course it didn't really go as planned. 

 Here is what I'd imagined: 

Disclaimer: I traced over this picture: http://i665.photobucket.com/albums/vv19/yume_mori/Detective%20Conan/ran-and-shinichi-at-a-restaurant-shinichi-wants-to-tell-his-feelings-for-ran.jpg

I would have dressed in fairly nice clothes, done my hair, and I was working on a picture of both of us walking together somewhere to give to him. The setting would have been fairly peaceful, and I wouldn't freak out.

But no.

Here's how it really turned out:

I started to have second thoughts, and then I got this email:

 

Oh good. I don't see K much the rest of the day, or tomorrow. And that might be too late. 

So . . .

The tiny chapel never seemed so large before.

K kept walking faster.

I felt like Jason Bourne running after him . . . and where were all these people coming from???

After finally catching up to him by the library . . .

Yes, my entire conversation was one long word.  And there was a lot of mud.

I think he was trying to figure out what I was saying . . .

 

*Disclaimer: This was highly exaggerated for entertainment purposes.